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,£3*'W-"•.•"*«>-' 'M- !; s&'ri K"*** **? iP~ t~im±m THE McHBBTRT fTLAITOEALER, McHEXKY, 4tL " i ~ ' V ' ^ A ' d - • ' . " . 5 " ^ i . " ^* ; v A ; 4 H , ' : •^j "*^'- ::., : l •jm. By Hugh Pendexter Ooprricfat by Th» Bobb*-M«rrlH Cft "S>-> • >•:: ;«• : St1..; ; PYRITE8 SYNOPSIS.--In the let® Bommer of 1876. Peter Dlnsdale. on hta w»y to the Black hills to Join the throng of gold-seekers, makes the acquaintance of the keeper of a Deadwood gambling house. Bun Juan Joe, who Is returning to Deadwood. On their way through Red canyon Dlnsdale and Joe meet a young woman running from.a party of Indians. Dlnsdale takes her on his horse and the two men ride through her pursuers, killing several. The girl is Lottie Carl, and she has no relatives. Near Deadwood they overtake ^prospector whom Joe halls as old "Iron PyriteK." At Deadwood City San Juan Joe, popular In the community, is given an enthusiastic welcome, which Is extended to'Dinsdale. Dlnsdale tells Joe Of the robbery of a Union Pacific train at Og^alala. and the gambler informs the crowd. Joe takes Dinsdale and Lottie to the house of a woman of the town, Kitty the Schemer, Joe's mistress, where the frambler had intended to Install Lottie. Dlnsdale refuses to allow It, takipg Lottie to a hojise where she will be safeguarded. Dinsdale saves an apparently half-witted Individual, known as Scissors, from rialstreatment at the hands of a "bad man." Bandy Allen, who vows vengeance on Dinsdale. Scissors' nickname is derived from his ability to cut, with paper and scissors, remarkable likenesses of persons, or anything that strikes his fancy. Dinsdale t^kes to him. Iron Pyrites arrives In town. San Juan Joe hints to Dinsdale that the town Is sizing him up as a road-agent or trainrobber. and advises him to go with Pyrites on a prospecting trip. He also hints of coming profitable "work" in which he can interest Dlnsdale. At a midnight meeting of road-agents plans are made to .rob one of the treasurecoaches. Dlnsdale acquires a reputation as a reckless spender and an expert gunman. San Juan Joe, believing Dinsdale to be a train-robber, warns him of the coming of "Jim Omaha," Union Pacific detective, and again advises him to take a prospecting trip with Pyrites. Dlnsdale appears reluctant. Dlnsdale kills Allen. He then takes to the hills with Pyrites. - (CHAPTER VI 6 W Pyrites was garrulously grateful to Dlnsdale for providing the stake, and for two days of their hurried journey toward the divide between Rapid and JSpring creeks he wearied his silent i4; companion with his voluble thanks. After paisslng through the three miles of the Elk's narrow and twisted canyon they emerged from the slates to strike southwest to the Box Elder, swiftly flowing over bare bed rock. They followed the Box Elder to where it headed at the base of Custer's peak. •Near sundown Pyrites began unpacking the burros and called after Dinsdale: "Don't you know It's almost night? We'll camp here." "Dlnsdale, ahead, reined in and •tared at the sunset lights streaming across the heavens. Dismounting, he •lowly led his horse back to the camping place and removed the suddle and placed it In the small tent Pyrites was deftly setting up. "I feel sort of blue, partner. Sappose you do the squaw work while I wander around a bit," he suggested. "I'm afraid I'm a poor .traveling companion." k "You're all right!" heartily, assured Pyrites. "Walk the bile out of your system. Better make it a short trip, as It'll be darker 'n the inside of a burro pretty soon." "I'll find my way back, never fear," •aid Dinsdale. And taking nis rifle, he struck off to the toot of the peak. In the south the country was much more broken, and was thickly set with serrated peaks and had bulky Harney's peak for a background. It impressed Dinsdale as being desolate and forbidding. Originally "the country had been heavily timbered, but now there were large areas of dead pines, and their scraggly tops were unlovely and suggested a land that had been dead many ages. Dlnsdale stared gloomily at the melancholy vista for some minutes, then br»p»ted the flank of the mountain and rapidly began climbing it. With tireless energy he worked Ms way up the slope until a more gracious prospect of rolling hills, with a scattering of small peaks, came into view: Sun on the heights and darkness in the gorges, and he suddenly realized it was time for him to be making camp. When he wearily broke through Into the firelight he found Pyrites asleep In the tent Bacon and beans were on a flat rock^by the fire and the coffee-pot, freshly stocked, was ready to be boiled. Pyrites awoke and rolled from the tent and apologized: "Tried to keep things hot for you. Must have dropped oft. You sit down and get your boots off nnd wash your feet and I'll have the coffee hot In a minute." "The night Is Just beginning back In Deadwood," mused Dinsdale, as he pulled off his boots and stuck his feet Into a tiny streamlet. "Up-here It's time folks were abed." »" "Bet they're having a hot talk about Bandy Allen about this time." "Their talk won't bother either Allen or roe. Neither of us can hear It." "Judas! But you're a cool one! That Allen was never any accounts "I had no wish to kill the fool, even to hurt him," morosely replied Dins dale. "He caml at me shooting, shotgun and two hand-guns. Funny, too Where did he get lis nerve? He wasn't drunk; just a cold .killer. All day men had been warning me against him. I thought It was a Joke, their way of having fun with me. And #:• derned if he didn't try to get me!" "Must 'a' been drank," Insisted Py- •y, rites as he dished out some beans and |»fon,.JUBd jwwred a diWMaf ©I airon* coffee. "After the way you cuffed French Curly's gun around any man might 'a' known you was poor medicine to go against." "His mind may have been drank, but his nerves were steady," sighed Dinsdale. "He shot mighty straight and nifty--No saitsfactlon in killing him. - Felt all the time as if he was going through with something he simply had to da" Pyrites lowered the coffee pot slowly and stared in amazement at his companion. - "Partner," he solicitously Inquired, "you feel all right?" • Dinsdale laughed and dried his feet on the short grask. "Top high, Pyritejji My conscience doesn't trouble me a bit. Bandy Allen was a bad one. Better off dead. If he had been an Injun I'd say he'd made a vow to his medicine and had to tackle me. Being low-down scum I can't get rid of the feeling he was doing something he wouldn't have tried unless he felt obliged to try It." Pyrites stared at him sympathetically, and declared: "Your talk doesn't assay out even one teeny color. Not even a trace. Of course it's barely possible French Curly and some of his pals might have It against you for what happened in Keno Frank's place; yet It don't have the right Indications. Those fellers would want you to live till they could get you down at a table again, you'd think." 'Curly! Never thought of him," exclaimed Dinsdale. "Well, I'm through mulling it over. From now on I'm going to be a wolf at prospecting." "That's the kind of talk that makes me feel good," approved Pyrites. "Now you pitch Into that grub, have a short smoke and turn In. And don't let Bandy Allen bother your dreams any. San Juan has stopped all talk against #ou by tKs time. Ain't no doubt In my mind but what Bandy was one of the hoss thieves that have been doing as regular a business in these hills as the miners have." He crawled into the tent to escape the heavy dews and rolled in his blankets. Dlnsdale smoked a pipe and then followed his .friend's example. The thunder birds were flapping their wings and the hills were filled with deep rumblings. Pyrites, crawling from his blankets to prepare the breakfast, * studied the heavens for a minute and then went about his work. "We'll run into it If we break camp," dubiously remarked Dlnsdale from the tent. "It's lambasting sin out of the pines down there," grunted Pyrites. "It's moving southeast. We won't get any of It. We'll eat and poke along." Dlnsdale took the hint and turned out. The breakfast was soon eaten and the burros packed. Dinsdale went ahead, usually In sight of his companion every few minutes as he surmounted a ridge. For two miles he rode and then reined in and stared thoughtfully at something ahead. Swinging -his head about to scan the cover suspiciously he would have been thrown into something of a panic Tiad he not remembered the Indians' fear of thunder storms. Slipping to tbe ground and shifting his rifle to his left hand while he drew a hand gun he approached the object which had caused him to dismount. It was a long feathered arrow, with "lightning marks," or grooves on the short shaft characterising It as be- "About Four or Five Colors." longing to a Sioux quiver. The head was triangular In shape, made for war. The shaft was of Juneberry, tough and flexible, so as not to break did the quarry, whether man or buffalo, fall upon It, Dlnsdale waited , until Pyrites came up. The prospector examined the ar row and muttered: "See hdw' that head's flxed on sort of wobbly. Once It's stuck Into a man It can't be pulled out. Well, he'll He low for a spell along of Mr. Lightning. Only one of him, or they'd laid for ua with their guns." Acting on Pyrites' advice Dlnsdale continued afoot, walking beside his horse, his, revolver ready to resent an ambush. A few miles brought them to the Rapid, which they crossed Just below the forks. Pyrites' lust for testing the gravel could not be denied longer, and as their next march would take them up on to the divide, due east, Dlnsdale was willing to call It a day's travel. They unpacked the burros and pitched their tent, and Pyrites fished pounds of jllrt Into It, and hurried to the rivulet. Dlnsdale stood and watched him. Pyritea-exclaimed something under his breath. "How does It pan out?" asked Dlnsdale; with a flicker of Interest. "About four or five colors." . "What's that In money?" ' Pyrites, scratching his head, unwUllngly admitted: "About a fifth of a cent" "Great Scott! If that's prospecting I'm through. Why, It costs me fifteen cents to flre one of my guns once I" cried Dlnsdale In high disgust. Pyrites instantly regained his optimism. "The value qf th'at pan simply proves there's gold everywhere In these hills. This ain't where we was aiming for anyway. I want to work close to the divide and locate a vein." "That will be more like it," mumbled Dlnsdale. "I won't bother to get my pan working till we strike something more ^promising." Eating an early supper, the barros were loaded and the two struck to the southeast for a mile and then turned east into a dry water course and began mounting the divide. In all they did not cover more than two miles before the slanting sun rays warned them it was time to make camp. Dinsdale left this matter entirely to Pyrites, and the location selected was close by a spring, near a growth of stunted burr-oak. As Pyrites pitched the tent he commented: "We're below Elk buttes and about ten miles east of Elkhora prairie. I'd like to go over there and put in a few days." "I'm more Interested in the divide ahead than In uny grass prairie," said Dlnsdale. "Oh, we'll look over the divide first, now we're within pistol shot of It." " "Any danger from horse thieves?" "Hoss thieves? Good land! What made you think of Ross thieves? Let's not have any outlaw talk. We're honest prospectors. We don't want any truck with unlawful men." "That's right," heartily agreed Dlnsdale. "All I ask Is not to be disturbed In my gold-hunting." The next morning they breathed a white mist when they crawled from the tent. Dlnsdale was for an Immediate departure for a higher level. Pyrites Insisted on breakfast and something of an examination of the gully they had been following. , "Just as you say. You're the boss," surrendered Dinsdale. "But I've got the gold fever and after we've had coffee I'm going to take my pan and strike out up the ridge." "You'll get lost sure as apples," remonstrated Pyrites. "You don't know these hills, with their gorges and broken tops." "I know hills much worse than these. Baked masses of dry cinders with n6 running water to tell you the lay of the land. This country Is simple. Man can't get lost. Don't be afraid." "Have it so. Hope you strike a bushel of nuggets. I'll stick along here. You'll be back by noon?" "Have dinner ready and eat If I don't show up. I may strike something big and forget I'm hungry." A short distance above his companion Dinsdale halted and dug down n foot and carefully examined the dirt. Without water he could not determine what he had uncovered, hut by rolling some of the dirt between his fingers he was rewarded with a smalt scale of coarse gold. He stuck a branch in the dirt to attract Pyrites' attention and mounted higher. Digging out samples at abort Intervals and finding specks of gold In each he used up much of the morning, pyrites was nowhere In sight. The sun was tienrly/,d\>erhead as he filled Ills pan from the7topmost mound. Instead of hurrying down the ridge, however, he squared his shoulders to get the kinks out of his back and glanced curiously about the panorama of h*lls and ridges and' melancholy woods. Then staring down at tbe fresh mound he muttered: "If you were all pure gold, friend dirt, Td swap you in a second just to know what Jim Omaha looks like; Just to know if he has reached Deadwood City yet" „ He mounted the ridge to where It was clear of trees. The sun had conquered the mists and the heavens shone blue. To all appearances It was a dead land. No smokes were to be seen, no habitations, no sounds of human voices. And yet there were Indians lurking In the deep gulches and. rumor persisted, there were organized horse thieves with rendezvous On the divide, while possibly other lone prospectors, like Pyrites, were seeking fortune In the winding depths below. He left his pan and pick while he reconnoitered the top of the ridga He reached the crest only to discover another and higher ridge ahead. He descended Into the shallow valley, between the two nnd followed It down for a fourth of a mile, proceeding slowly and watchful for Indian signs. He was surprised and keenly Interested In turning a wooded bend to behold a long log cabin ahead. Beyond It were half a dozen open sheds and a rough corral. He could detect no signs of life about the place. With a shrug of his shoulders he boldly advanced, telling hlmseli: "If any one Is there he must have seen me. I'm a lost prospector, trying to find old Iron Pyrites." The cabin door was closed and. what was unusual, blankets were hung over the small windows. These were lacking glass, but were partly blocked by strips of timber. He first examined the sheds and corrals. None contained horses. "They're reader to care for a heap of them when put to It," he thought as out his pan, about a foot and a half. he advanced to the door and rapped in diameter, and shoveled soom thirty i smartly. As had expected there • V A was no response. There was a hole for a latchstrlng, but no rawhide thong was visible. He tried the door and felt the bar resist tbe pressure. -"But they get in some way," he pondered. He stepped back and examined the windows and then returned to the door. Then he smiled at the artful simplicity of it. TUe hole in the door was never used for the latchstrlrfg, but merely to discourage a trespasser. At one side of the door and concealed by a strip of hanging bark was the thong. He seized it and tugged sharply. The bar rose Inside and. the door swung open. , Six rough bunks were on each of the side walls. The chimney and fireplace were at the farther end with several ketties and frying pans. Near the door was u table. This arrangement made It necessary to bring the food the entire length of the room, an unnecessary Inconvenience, he decided. Piled in one corner near the fireplace were seven saddles. Four of these did not look as If they had ever been used. The ashes in the fireplace were cold and no flre could have burned there for twenty-four hours. Tiptoeing hack to the door "he puzzled over the awkward position of the table. His wonderment further Increased when he discovered each of the four legs was bolted to the floor. Ironmongery was easily procured In Deadwood City and other hill tqwns, but why any one should bother to bring iron clamps and screws to this Isolated spot and make a rough slab table secure to the floor was a problem * lbat challenged his Imagination. He took hold of the table and lifted. It did not give. He glided to the side farthest from the door and repeated his experiment With an exclamation' he Jumped back and the table banged down in place again. He had lifted a section of the floor a/ong with the table. Returning to the side next to the door he reached across and once more lifted and frilled. The table tipped quite easily. It was bolted to, and effectually concealed, a large trap*i door. When he finished the door stood upright at right angles with the floofrj and the table rested on* Its side. Darting to one of the curtained windows he pulled back the covering and briefly surveyed the course he had taken Jn coming down the sloping valley. He took the same precaution at u window on the opposite side. No one was in sight in either direction. From the door he looked across to the rocky rim of the lesser ridge It was covered with pines. To examine the height In the east it would be necessary for him to leave the cab- In, as there was no window at the chimney end of the room. He decided to chance It without completing his reconnaissance. The owners of the place would be sure to approach from either up or down the valley. Returning to the open trapdoor, he struck a stormmatch and held It below the floor. There was a rude cellar formed by a natural depression or hole. It was about six ^eet deep beneath the opening and had been shaped with a spade on the sides, but the bottom of It seemed to be solid rock. The flare of the match also revealed a hardtack box filled with packages done up in bagging and blankets. Dropping to the ground beneath he caught up the first package and held It In the faint light streaming through the trap anddeftly untied the cord. It contained twenty watches, ranging from a lady's timepiece to a 'massive gold-repeater. "Agents have been swapping Jewelry for horses, or else one gang Is working both branches of the business," he told himself as he carefully ret led the package. The next package, much smaller than the first, held nothing but finger rings. The third package was rich with gold dust and nuggets. What remained he examined by the sense of truch and by,weighing them in his hnnds. All contained Jewelry or nuggets. Replacing the loot in its box he pursued his quest eagerly but found nothing. He was lifting his hands to catch the edge of the trap when the cublri door banged open. His fingers were yanked back to pull his two revolvers. Tlie newcomer stopped short on beholding the reclining table. Dlnsdale shuffled about and grumbled half aloud. "That you. Rusty?" demanded the man above. "Erhuh. Gome down here," growled Dinsdale. The man walked around the table end unsuspectingly lowered himself through the opening. As his feet touched the ground and as his hands were falling to his side Dinsdale brought the barrel of the heavy Colt down on his head. The fellow collapsed and remained motionless. Dinsdale stepped over the prostrate form and drew himself up through the aliening and tipped the trapdoor back In place. "That makes It awkward," he muttered as he stepped to tbe open door and gazed up and down the valley. The man's lack of suspicion and his readiness to accept an Intruder as a menil»er of the gang Indicated that some one known as "Rusty" was expected to be In the cabin; therefore, Rusty must be in the immediate neighborhood and likely to appear at any moment. While It was reassuring to discover no body of men approachlttg the cabin it was disquieting to observe there were no horses in sight The man In the cellar had arrived on foot; and he must have come from the nearby wood or else be would have been seen from one of the two windows before Dinsdale ventured through the trapdoor. It was possible that he and his friend Rusty had been together and had separated when near |IM cabin. ^his would permit the ne> end man to be in tbe woods opposite the door. Dinsdale ran to tbe nearest point of the growth despite the possibility that Rusty might be waiting to receive him. Nor did he breathe freely until he plunged into cover. Soon be was back at tbe camp and Pyrites was demanding: "Where In sin have you been?" "I've been in a long narrow valley between this and the next ridge," wearily replied Dlnsdale. "And I had an adventure I never looked for." Forthwith he recited his experience In the cabin and bis assault on the man In the cellar. "Now you've gone and dot»e It !** groaned Pyrites, running to the burros. "Strike that tent and help me pack. Good lord, of all the bad luck! I panned the dirt you left and It's all pay gravel once It can be hydraulicked. And you have to stick your nose In stranger's business and let them know you done it by belting one of them Dinsdale Ran to the Nearest Point of the Growth Despite the Possibility That Rusty Might Be Waiting to Receive Him. over the bead I' What made yon go Into that cabin where you moat 'a' known you wasn't wanted?" "Curiosity, I reckon," sighed Dlnsdale, turning to help with tbe packing. "Once I was In I took tbe best way of getting out The man I cracked over the head never saw me." "But if he's come to, or his mates have come along, they'll scatter and soon find this camp," wrathfullj deplored Pyrites. "We alnt got • single minute to lose." "Going to give the valley a wide berth nnd make the divide above or below them?" asked Dlnsdale. "Make tbe divide nothing V\ snorted Pyrites. "We're going to make tracks back to the Rapid and follow it down to Rapid City as fast as we can hoof It I only hope none of them are In Rapid City to see us come In." "If my little adventure stops us from prospecting on the divide I don't know as I care how soon we meet them," sullenly retorted Dlnsdale. CHAPTER VII Juan 8enda Word. They arrived at Castle creek, the south fork of the Rapid, above the eight-mile canyon and near where gold was discovered In June of the preceding year. Within two or three miles of where the Custer trail leaves the valley they halted for dinner. The spot was a small bar and, despite his haste to leave the band on the divide far behind him, Pyrites took time to wash out several pans of gravel. He said the bar would pay two cents to a pan in fine gold. Dlnsdale was not Impressed and declared It would not pay for a man's tobacco. His contempt diminished when Pyrites tested another spot and found it to yield fifteen cents to • pan. A second pan, luckily catching several small nuggets, he said would weigh six dollars. That night aa they smoked before their tent Pyrltef enlightened his friend aa fb the nature of traveling before them. At times they would be within four miles of Spring creek, and again twice that distance. Below the canyon was their objective. Rapid City, where several hundred miners were still pursuing their luck. "Any gbod pickings in the canyon?" asked Dinsdale. Nothing for us to try for there, but we can, if we have time, test a yarn that's been floating through the hills ever since the first rush, that was known In frontier towns long before that: I'm speaking of the gold cached by one of the party that entered the hills way back in "fifty-two and went as far north aa what's now Deadwood Gulch."_ •Tve beard that ancient yarn dozens of times," wearily remarked Dlnsdale. "A hundred men bound for California. Nineteen quit the main body at Fort Laramie to investigate the gold stories told about the hills. They reached a creek, whore high water prevented mining--" "This very creek I" broke in Pyrites. "--So they pushed on and made Deadwood Gulch, They struck It rich, but were surrounded by Sioux. Only one man escaped. You see, I know it as well Yi3 you. do. Queer how one man always escapes. Just one. And he always dies after telling his story to some one: If two or more men escaped Six Memberb of Oni Family Killed in i > Greenville, Ohio.--Six persona, < virtually the entire family of ' Adam Pitt man of Bradford, were < killed when their automobile J • > stalled on the tracks and was ' \ I demolished by a Big Four pas- l ; | senger train at Dawn, nine ipUes 4 north of here. v 6O»OO»0OOOO»OO»»tMMr»M»' THUG BAND UNDONE C • BY TOO MUCH LOVM other survivors would speak and say it was a lie." "Lie, nothing!" hotly cried Pyrites. "Tom Renshaw did escape. He was out hunting when the Indians rushed the camp. He was returning with a deer when the smoke from the burning shacks and cabins warned him to be careful. From the top of a bluff he looked down and saw the whole business. He hid In the woods and lived off tbe deer meat till the Indians quit Then he went into the burned camp and found a horse that had bolted Into the timber. He uncached six hundred ounces of gold. Renshaw packed that gold to one of the heads of the Box Elder, not far from Deadwood Gulch, and hid It in a shaft hla party dug before they entered the gulch." "How do you know all this?" akep> tically asked Dinsdale. "Because Tom Renshaw, nearly starved and with his hoss played out, managed to reach the Immigrant road. He was out of ammunition and threw away his gun. He lived on chokecherries, roots, and the pulp of prickly pears. He traveled by night because it was too cold to sleep without blankets, and he slept In tbe daytime. One night he staggered into a hunting camp of Mormons on Green river, and told his story. Renshaw was fed and cared for, and after he got on his feet he disappeared. Probably hi* hardships killed him right after he quit the Hormon camp." "But why haven't you tried for tbe cached gold?" Pyrites stared at him In great scorn. Finally he exclaimed: "Me waste my time digging out ten or eleven thousand dollars' worth of gold when there's whole mines of it to be had for the taking? If I was a gambling man, aa you seem to be, I'd tell you that the limit ain't enough to interest me." "All right partner," soothed Dlnsdale; "we'll take time enough some time to corral that dust It Isn't to be sneezed at" But Tve beard so many lost mine* storiea I've quit taking- stock in them." Dinsdale's visit to the mysterious cabin of course causes complicationa. Can you guess them? -- Objected to Form In N Which Medicine Can** Kearney, Mo. -- "While practicing medicine in the town of Kearney, Mo* I was frequently called upon to go far Into the country," says. Dr. A. L. Nor» fleet "The roads were very bad in the winter and I tried to make qua visit answer tor several when prifrticable. "One day I was called to visit a matt some distance away who had been 111 In bed for several days. After diagnosing the case, I gave the man some medicine and left some more In capsules to be taken as directed. "Jn a few days the patient came to my office. I expressed my pleasure at seeing him out so soon and he replied: - •* "Yes, doctor, I'm feeling fine, thanks to you, sir, and I think I'll get soma more of your medicine--but say, Doc, don't go to the trouble of putting it up in them little glass cups. I had a darn sight o' trouble gettla' U out every time I took a dose.'" (TO BD CONTINUED.) Hit Chance Next -- "There Lre some ungodty young men over In that corner having fun with the girls," announced the preacher solemnly as he puused in the middle of his sermon and pointed accusingly in the direction Qf the graceless youths. "When they get done," he continued ponderously, "perhaps they will give me a chance.1* ' And be could not understand why the congregation smiled. A Substitute Difference bet* een praise and flattery Is that praise means It There is too little "means It." so flattery sub*" stltutes. Magic Healing &* It It Practiced in India It* Is hard in India to draw the line between folklore and religion. It Is at best very misty. The malefic powers seem to be stronger than the benignant. aa Is the case with most of the earlier falthe. A amall Inatance or two must suffice. We were sitting in the uplands, on some rocks covered with the glorloui plants of the wild peony. These are lovely even when the flowers are gone and only the carved leaves remain and the massive seed vessels, full of seeds of pure rose embedded In milky white. They waved about us as I listened-- and heard this tale and many more. A menisahlb had to discharge a serv* ant, and he thought he owed his discharge to the butler. Soon after the butler complained of aores on his feet small, raw holes, which would not get better, do what he would. At last he could not walk. The European doctor came, but could not help with all his medicines, dearly as they are prized by the natives. It was clear then to, the butler that this was a case for the Jadughar --the wonder-worker. He came and put ointment on the feet. No result. It was then evident that his was a true case of Jadu--magic. All the household assembled and Jadu of the strongest was made and enlightenment besought. It came. The Jadughar said he must dig in the garden. Objection was made by the powers of the bouse, but they yielded eventually, and. unhesitating, the man chose a spet Aad of >aked clay roughly shaped In the Image of a matt, and Into the feet were thrust large thorns inscribed with strange characters. The butler said (he jadu was for him and that now his feet would Immediately heal. They did. I have heard of many cases like this. If this was falth-heallng, I think one, must also admit it was falth-harmlng, --L, Adams Beck In Asia Magazine. Plant 76,000,000 Yean Old The horsetail rush or Its ancestors dates back some 76,000,000 years, to the day when the world was uninhabited by human life. It Is one of the ten species of the sole genus of plant* that has survived from the carboniferous era- when its forbears reared their majestic heads to a height of ninety feet and more on stumps six feet thick. The plants of this era ceased growing many millions of years ago, when the world was swept by oceans which burled forests, but for more than half a century they have provided the greatest agent of modern Industrial development and have been the bone of contention, under the alias of coal, in many a federal investigation. It has the oldest genealogy of any living thing.--De^ J^ewg. ------------ V Pne Reaaon tar Possibly a great deal of work Is done that doesn't need to be because ; there la nothing else to (kk Little Tcde From Rasria Thai Beatm the Movies. Moscow.--There's lots of movie stuff In real life in soviet Russia. Take, for instance, the case of the Juns brothers. The Juns were soldiers at the front When Rttsgia quit the World war tliey started home. They were hungry and their clothing was in rags. J van and George found bow easy it was to rob freight cars. In a short time they headed a band of 40 robbers, nad were doing a fine business. Railroad men were In the band and they tipped off cars with the most valuable contents. Finally Jvan fell In love with Marfusha, an employee of the Samara soviet executive committee. She stole for Jvan a bunch of passports, all signed and stamped, so they could be .t,h ere wou, d.n .'t. .b e any st. ory, as t.h, e used If any of the gang desired to lean Raula 8Uddenl * 8 ™ iwnAe atiPirlirAMi «OAtil/l enaalf anH i " So far, fine! But Jvan h^d looked on other girls, and one , evening Marfusha finds one of jthem In J van's arms. There was much muss. Marfqsha,v evidently looking for trouble, has a bottle of sulphuric add. She throws It In her rival's face. The rival lived, but when she finds her face a bar to any more adventures in the garden of love> she commits suicide. _ Marfuslia is jailed, but is released on ball, Jvan going security. But the lady steals all J van's ready cash and flees to Siberia. JYan, thinking of that money, has her traced, and with the aid of the police she is captured and brought to Moscow. • The jig being up, Marfusha Is naturally rather sore, and tells several chapters about the robber band, the fake passports, etc. She's In about as bad as she can be, but the Juns brothersand 38 of 40 others got an awful shock. They are slowly recoyerlng behind the bars, but the band will never be the same again. And Marfusha. Well, she won her freedom and at last sight waa going over the steppes at something less than 40 miles an hour. And still some say that there Is no romance In the modern world I: - Cleans Out Coop West Chester, Pa.--A thief vlsltad the home of Norman Spencer near Toughkenamon and carried off two bens with their broods, totaling 60 chicks, the coops they occupied and also a young collie dog which had been left as guardian of the fowls. Ban on Barnyard Golf Pomona, Kans.--J. S. Largent, maj** or of Pomona, has prohibited the pitching of horseshoes anywhere near or upon public streets and alleys of the town on Sunday. Any violator fleet tojjrosecution. .[ Mick* on Service StflwauKee.--Explaining that she bad sent a pair of gloves to a Chicago man 28 years ago, an old woman asked in tbe post office why they had not been delivered. She was told that lost Jaaljy^ jj^pt only one year. • k JStmala City Sod Lynn, Mass.--Police are searching for thieves who stole about 200 square feet of sod from the city hall lawn. The thieves carried away the sod Ifj truck. It Is believed. 7TT Wipe* Out Family Seltvllle, Va.--Mrs. Rossr St 0|fr, thirty-six years old, shot and killed Her husband, Robert St Clair, and her twoyear- old daughter, and then turned the gun on heraelf, ending her own life* Meet, "Dead" Boy Appleton. Wis.--Leonard Martin met hla parents, Mr. and Mrs. August Martin, as they were hurrying with an undertaker to South Greenville to get his body. The parents had been informed that their son was killed. Shoota Two; Killa Seif Bells, Tenn.--John Butler, twentysix, farmer, shot and fatally wounded his wife, shot to death John Ballentine, a neighbor, and then fired the charge from a shotgun into his own cheat, and died of hia wounttL Choked on Steak Baltimore.--While eating lunch William Abel choked on a piece of beefsteak which became lodged In his throat. He died In his daughter's anna a few minutes later.